I think I've recommended every single comment you've left on this article. Brava.

Maybe because of this?

http://www.wimp.com/goodactor/

If I ever get a time machine, I'm fucking going to that wedding.

I'm going to guess a yoga-inspired toe-sock comeback.

What's the name of bio? I was obsessed with Judy Garland as a kid, then Liza when I got a little older and discovered Cabaret. Actually, I think I might be due for a rewatch.

I don't really get the sense that it's about the daughter being completely unable to engage in a consensual sexual relationship. It's more about heartbreak and wanting to protect your kids from growing up. I think the poem leaves open a possibility that there will be, someday, a partner (of either sex) that deserves…

That sounds like a sitcom waiting to happen.

Did you hear about the new CEO of GM? It was kind of a big deal. There are incredible women all over the news these days. Maybe you're new here. Dirt Bag is a gossip column. Quibbling between millionaire pop stars is kind of the point.

Listen, I feel you. I get it. But these commenters seem to be running a pretty typical MRA game. The idea is that any difference of opinion or nuance in logic will somehow cause Jezebel to collapse in on itself. It's a milder form of the kind of MRA white-knighting bullshit that uses the concept of "agency" to excuse…

If you're tired of hearing about it, go read something else that won't make you question your privilege and poor fashion choices.

That's great. I was so caught off guard that I didn't think through any of that. I like the second option a lot- I think it would've gotten through the cloud of booze more easily than grown-up words.

A bill over *gasp* $50??? Mitt Romney, is that you??

I'm not rich but I have been guilty on several occasions of racking up large-ish bills with a certain favorite dining companion of mine. We eat late, too, which is weird in our early-to-bed city, so we're usually there up right until closing if not a minute or two…

Even if it was a "diet thing", we're at the point where being vegetarian is not weird hippie shit but a totally sane, healthful and environmentally conscious set of choices about what you put in your body. I'm lucky that I live in a decently sized urban center (relative to surrounding towns and states) that's seen a…

I'm posting a somewhat-but-not-entirely related question to the Jezebel hivemind I'm curious to know what people think.

Two Sundays ago, I was doing my hopping Sunday brunch dance at the quirky little vegan diner where I work. We were on a wait, but a table of 11 showed up— half of whom stank to high heaven like booze.…

I really don't understand why people don't think they have to tip on drinks. I know I'm in a special situation, but my restaurant doesn't have hostesses, bussers or bartenders. I make every fucking drink myself. Not tipping on taxes makes slightly more sense, but it seems sort of petty. Who wants to do that much math…

UGH I know. I work weekend brunches. SOMEONE MUST FEEL MY PAIN.

Seconded. I actually work at a place without managers (it's as crazy as it sounds), but if someone called me a cunt I would throw them out immediately, secure in the knowledge that everyone on staff had my back as I did so.

Hell, I'd probably do the same thing if they called me (or one of my coworkers) fat or useless.…

Seconding Everything is Shiny- I've worked in a lot of different restaurants in the U.S. and Canada for almost a decade and never witnessed any food fuckery. As I've said elsewhere: Even if I don't respect the patron, I respect my chefs. They work to make my job easier and enable me to earn the tips that make up my…

I've worked a lot of places and never fucked with anyone's food, nor ever directly witnessed any food fucked with. I might be in the minority, though.

Yeah, I don't fuck with people's food. That's gross. Also, my chefs work hard to make that food delicious and appealing. Even if I don't always respect my guests, I fucking respect my chefs and their efforts.